Our industry may be more guilty than most of self-indulgent eulogising but Dom Perignon take the art to new heights in this report from Jancis Robinson MW's Purple Pages.
As described in Truly, madly DP, Richard Hemming was shipped out to Rheims's smartest gastronomic establishment recently with a dozen others to try 1996 Dom Pérignon at eight different serving temperatures one degree apart, if you please, to experience the wine 'rising from the depths of the ocean, penetrating the earth's rocky crust to soar to the lunar zenith'. If I heard he was leading a pack of huskies laden with Dom Pérignon to the North Pole, I would not be remotely surprised.